Speaking Off the Record

15 of my closest friends Walked me right up to the ledge "Everyone loves you", they said So why do they leave me for dead? Speaking off the record, babe I can't believe you hurt yourself again And even for a second, babe I can't believe you'd risk it all for love I spent the bulk of my youth Fucking my hand in my room Singing a song out of tune And wishing my brown eyes were blue And speaking off your record, baby Don't include the early years at all They're just a bit depressing baby Just give them all the rock star that they want Or maybe I spoke too soon It's something I always do (yeah) Whatever kills me fastest Find a way to mask it Singing to the masses Or maybe I spoke too soon I'm not Cobain, I'm just a bitch (singing to the masses) But I live for fame, and I'll die for love (singing to the masses) Oh, baby boy, you are not dead (singing to the masses) You're on the cusp, but not quite yet (singing to the masses) (Singing to the masses) I thought that we were past this And speaking off the record baby (speaking off the record baby) And when I come untethered baby (when I come untethered baby) Are you feeling better baby? Do you think about it every night? You're smiling more than ever, baby Tell me why you want to end your life